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Day 17: Thursday Island
October 8, 2005
The night before, we had gone
ashore and had drinks at the local Pub on Horn Island. The crowd
was a motley mix of locals - white Australians and black Torres
Islanders. They had one thing in common though, they loved to drink
and gamble. And as with most Australians we met, they all loved
to tell us stories about crocodiles. From what I was told, there
were plenty of crocs right around the bend - in the mangrove swamps
near where we were anchored. Well, I was getting pretty frustrated
taking pictures of warning signs, so I convinced the captain to
take the dinghy into those swamps to see if we could actually see
one for ourselves.
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Off
in the distance, Makulu is the third boat from the left. |